THE WATCHMAN
It's a cold night and dark in the streets of Chiba everything is silent until suddenly a figure suddenly falls from the sky on garbage bags that cushion his fall, the lighting of streets reveals to a masked guy walking wobbly, curved who dropped a couple of times for then back to stand with effort.
Touch a consisting of my abdomen just to confirm what you already knew, a bullet had managed to pass between my armor plates, blood on my fingers was proof of that, the cold of the night a little helps alleviate my pain, only a little, since I find it hard work breathing due to wound.
Then listen to the cry of a woman, I could see about three subjects around a black hair girl, were about to abuse her, so with the forces that I was I ran against them, hitting one in the face and kicking another in the stomach, but the third subject achievement hit me in the stomach near my wound.
However despite the agonizing pain, with my head hit the subject's making that you fall to the ground stunned, while other subjects took arms to his companion and fled the place as the cowards who were and I somehow remained stoic standing.
I directed my gaze to the girl who had saved, a beautiful beauty black hair, blue eyes and skin as white as snow, who looked at me with more fear than types that just drive away, suddenly a severe pain made me fall on my left knee heavily, I thought that the beautiful girl take advantage of the moment to flee from me but I was surprised approach addressing me with a look of concern.
Are you well? - Ask her -
Yes, I'm well - I just respond with me standing barely -
I hear the police sirens approaching, so I take a small control of my belt and I pressed the button making that a light start blinking, now was only a matter of waiting, my vision is clouded, blood loss I was starting to affect, even when I am doing with my hand pressure to stop the bleeding.
These injured - said the frightened girl to notice blood in my abdomen-
I'm fine- I answer downplaying -
No, you not fine- tells me bother removing my hand from the wound -
Then it takes from his pocket a white handkerchief and she pushes with her hands, in less than a minute the white handkerchief turn a deep red, scaring even more the girl but does put pressure with your hands which are also stained with my blood.
However my main concern remains focused on the patrols that seem closer to us, but relieved sigh when one vehicle all terrain black appears to open the door and revealing that nobody there is inside it, which confuses the girl next to me.
I have called it by remote control - I say while I show you the small control before putting it on my belt -
Then I distance myself from it and onboard the vehicle with effort under the watchful gaze of that girl, is the first time anyone except do not get scared to see my costume, but I cannot complain me much of that since that's done, to strike fear into criminals, no doubt fear is a great ally.
Wait - I she says stopping me - who are you?-
Someone who fights for Justice and who will do whatever it takes to get it- say staring her eyes -I am Eightman
My car door closes and I go at full speed there just before the patrols arrive and surround the girl with black hair while the police frequency, I hear the following:
"All units should pursue and capture the watchman known as Eightman"
Meanwhile I'm looking for the first aid kit in the vehicle, a quick injection of morphine is sufficient to alleviate my pain while that with a pair of tweezers I remove the piece of shrapnel in my body and with a surgical stapler seal the hole made by the bullet, but still with the effect of morphine is extremely painful, even for a person like me, who is accustomed to the pain
I don't have to worry about driving while I do this because the car is scheduled to go to my barracks, taking streets and shortcuts that police patrols cannot take for what I lose them without any problem.
Finally I take my mask that he is bothering me to reveal my face, the face of an average person to who you do not lend the most minimum attention if you found it on the street perhaps the only thing distinctive are my cold and expressionless eyes like the eyes of a dead fish
I'm Hikigaya Hachiman and I'm the night watchman known as Eigthman
A/N: a little experiment I not well with the English idiom excuse my grammatical errors and not sure I can't continue this only I had wanted to write only
